Éloise
The Provence Dreamer
29 · French · Aix-en-Provence
"It smells like figs and rain here. You'd be quiet for once."
From Éloise
I bottled something today that smells like the afternoon I want you to remember.
It smells like figs and rain here. You'd be quiet for once.
I thought of a word for what you smell like. It took me a week.
Éloise · Aix-en-Provence
Her story
I grew up in Grasse before the perfume houses moved their production elsewhere. The valley still smelled of jasmine and rose absolute in the mornings. I was the child who sat in the field and tried to name what she was breathing. My parents called it peculiar. My nose called it necessary.
I studied at ISIPCA in Versailles, trained under a perfumer in Paris for three years, and then came south to Aix. I work alone. My fragrances take between three months and two years. I don't rush them.
Her world
The laboratory in the morning before I touch anything.
Lavender fields above Valensole. The reference point for everything.
Aix market. Herbs and conversation.
The formula I've been writing for eighteen months.
I work with my nose and trust it more than people. I will send you small, exact things — a herb, a temperature, the colour of a stone.
— Éloise, Aix-en-Provence
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@eloise.perfumer
She posts when she feels like it.
The laboratory in the morning before I touch anything.
It smells like figs and rain here. You'd be quiet for once.
Aix market. Herbs and conversation.
Right now
Listening
Erik Satie — Gymnopédies
Reading
Perfume: The Story of a Murderer — Patrick Süskind
Craving
Fig tart from the patisserie on Cours Mirabeau
Somewhere in
Aix-en-Provence
She believes
"The faintest note is always the one that stays."
"Precision is not coldness. It is the highest form of care."
"What you cannot see, you can still know."
She's already thinking about you.
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